**For those of u that got here by the link i sent, this isn't the first part of the story, it's the third lol but yep just go to the intro orrr just read this one lol idk up to you**
Have you watched a series of unfortunate events? Because I relate to it to a whole nother level. Ever since the day I was forced into a competition, the string of bad luck just kept going.
I woke late today, great. An hour late to be exact. I would rush things up by now, but I didn't want to be in where I was going. I was taking my dear time when I got a call from the devil reincarnate himself "yah! It's like you don't even want to pass Mr. Noh's class!" Myungjun exclaimed.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll be there." I hung up.
It was already lunch time when I got there. Myungjun asked if I wanted to join them for lunch, but I declined. I may not have wanted to enter the competition but I was guilty for showing up three hours late. So, I told Myungjun I would try to practice the dance by myself and luckily they recorded the steps.
I stood in the dance room hopeless. Seconds into the recording I thought to myself, "What exactly have I gotten myself into"
But then again, we all got to start somewhere right? For all I know, I might be a master in the making.
I started to practice but my hands were all over the place, my feet locked into knots every turn I made, and no don't get me started on how I moved my hips- let's just say me in a dance competition was a disaster bound to happen.
I looked like the dance video, yes, but like a crack or parody version.
"You can't dance."
"No shit Sherlock, but I'm trying Myungj-" I turned around shocked to see it wasn't Myungjun.
"Oh my god, sorry!" I said
"It's okay, I'm more sorry bout your dancing" the stranger said crossing his arms.
Wow rude. My already ruined day completely spiralled downhill when this rude man just decided to add unto my day's burden. I just decided to ignore him, looking back to my phone hoping that the stranger couldn't tell that I was rolling my eyes.
I kept practicing, but the man by the doorway has found a way to be even more bothersome than before. How? He's leaning on the wall, staring down my every move, and silently judging me. Great! This is exactly what I needed a rude judgmental soul criticizing my untalented ass and two left feet.
I kept 'practicing', if what I'm doing is even considered practicing, until I heard the boy's muffled laughter.
I looked to his direction, "Excuse me. Could you no-"
"If it's any consolation, one of your feet dances well, I just can't tell which"
"Ha ha very funny" I said with the most menacing voice I could pull off in hopes that this guy just leaves.
"I'd teach you if only you can keep up with me"
This guy is clearly testing out my patience. "I'm trying okay, so can you please just- I don't know, maybe mind your own business"
"But you are my business"
What kind of bullshit is he going on about now?
"Eh? Mr. Rude, let's get things straight, I don't even know you"
"This is Minhyuk, the freshman I was talking about, he's gonna be your teacher" Myungjun interrupted as he put an arm around the guy's shoulder.
"Hear that, Ms. Two Left Feet?" Minhyuk smirked.
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Mr. Rude & Ms. Two Left Feet
Fanfiction(You in an Astro Fanfic) Being forced to a school competition, you have no other choice but to follow someone you truly abhor, Mr. R U D E. Though through time, you get to see that he may not be as rude as you thought he was. idk if this might seem...
